Bella Acker tucked Aunt Sienna in under the covers and finally took clean clothes out of her luggage, ready to go to the hospital's communal women's bathhouse for a shower.
It was already approaching late night, and only occasionally did relatives caring for patients walk by, while the nurses at the station had already begun to nod off.
Bella Acker tiptoed to the communal women's bathhouse. It was eerie that such a large bathhouse was completely empty; walking in alone felt intimidating.
"Better wash quickly," Bella muttered to herself, stepping into a cubicle, turning on the hot water, and drawing the curtain as she began to undress.
She took off her jacket and sweater and was pulling off the undershirt over her head when suddenly she heard footsteps echoing through the bathhouse.
In such a quiet setting, especially in a hospital, the sudden sound of faint footsteps genuinely startled her.
"Who?" Bella hurriedly pulled the undershirt back on and tentatively asked.
